“Good girl,” Bryan said as he slid his hands through her hair and kissed her deeper.She swayed a little into his grip, returning his kiss, and blushed faintly at the compliment. Maybe he would be the kind, gentle sort of Dom, since he was already giving praise.
Bryan picked her up and began carrying her towards the bedroom.
She froze in his arms, confused at how careful he was being. She was his, to do anything he wanted to, and he /carried/ her? What kind of man had collared her?